She stood, adjusting the undersized high-cut tank-suit that stretched across plump breasts with perky nipples and a fleshy cameltoe. Victor drew up sh...rt, a little farther than handshake distance. He surveyed Blonde up and down. His wife was getting pretty good at picking out potential winners. Blonde was the winner of a pageant in the upper Midwest. Her Nordic heritage was exhibited by her crisp blue eyes, her straight platinum blonde hair and her pale sun-starved complexion. She was tall,. Practice was nothing like last year. I guess I had gotten used to running the show—but not anymore. Fuck—we had 5 coaches. And neither of them were interested in my input. All that was happening was us five ¼ backs just throwing the ball to some 9th graders to catch. I mean fuck—no plays, no running, no weights---what the fuck. I was already miserable. I noticed Maurice going out for some catches. Guess he would prolly make it—but with no control of the team, I could kiss that deal of that. "I looked over their systems that first day and made a fewsuggestions and designed a few changes, then settled in seriouslyand began to reshape all of them. Within a week I'd made theirbilling, shipping, receiving, and payroll far more efficient,practically automatic. They appreciated me for that. Then I began making calls to teach new associates the company'scomputer and reporting procedures, and tell the old associatesabout the changes I'd made. They were grateful.And Gayle was right. . Uh... Micky, right? Maybe I'm not supposed to say this, but isn't she's one of those 'service ladies'?"I wanted to make it clear that I was more like Ms. Lauren, and not a stupid pussy-licker."Well, yes she is Pet, but... let's keep it our little secret, okay?"She winked at me as I nodded back, despite my growing anger at her calling me that name again, directly after I'd told her otherwise. I thought better, though, bit my tongue and gave my mom's boss lady the best sucking-up smile I could.